Treasure Island

Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan

(October 22,1972 / Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India)

Enchantress


Like a princess she comes
at the appointed hour
floating like a shadow
through the stillness of night

Her chalk white body
glimmers in the dark
as she flings open her robes
with a brush of her hands

And crouches by my side
and takes me to her lap
and presses my lips
to her pointed white breasts

And lets out a streak
of lightening white milk,
flooding my lungs
with hurricanes of ice

Then disrobes me quietly
like a baby in her lap
and dips her fangs
in my hairless loins


and sucks my blood
night after night.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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  • Patricia Grantham (12/5/2013 7:38:00 AM)

    Sounds like a tale of an enchantress, seductress or a midnight vampire.
    A very seductive and hauntingly intense poem. An imaginative write. (Report) Reply

  • Prem Surya Kumar (7/17/2013 1:37:00 AM)

    Erotic poem without using any erotic word. From the first line till the end the suspense is sustained. A haunting poem. The flow and diction is perfect. Dr Pradhan make poetry look so easy! (Report) Reply

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